Death is nothing. They are just past the other side : it is as if I were hiding in the room next door. I’m still me and you ‘re still you .
What were the first for each other we still are . Call me with the name I ‘ve always given, which is familiar to you , speak to the same loving way you’ve always used . Do not change the tone of voice, no forced air of solemnity or sad . Continue to laugh at what made ​​us laugh , one of those little things that we liked so much when we were together . Pray , smile , think of me ! My name is always the familiar word before: be spoken without the slightest trace or shadow of sadness . Our life retains all the meaning it has always been : it is the same as before, there is a continuity that does not break . Why should I be out of your mind and your thoughts , just because they are out of your sight ? I’m not far away, on the other hand are just around the corner . Reassured , it’s okay . Find yourself my heart , I will regain your tenderness purified . Wipe your tears and do not cry if you love me : your smile is my peace .

This reminds me of the french philosopher Montaigne who had a near death experience and said death is nothing to be afraid of when it happens, it’s much calmer than life. Thanks for the post .:) (Wasn’t sure how to like it?)

Oh, gee, does that mean I’ll still have to get busy once I pass away? hahh Could I just enjoy my fast dissociation, body, mind, vision, sounds, all drifting away from me at that crucial moment, and everything I’ve come to know as ‘I’ being separated for good, so I can finally see, if only for a fleeting second, each of the different things that convinced me that I was one single, whole thing, when I was alive, when in fact I’m a composite, and none too original, of billions of tiny pieces that somehow stuck to me? But I know that when that instant comes, I’ll be begging for one more sight, one more sniff of a musty basement, one more whiff of a new book or an also dying flower. I’ll be trying to bargain with whatever would come to take me apart to keep me together just for oh a sliver of a second, just so I can remember for the last time that moment I’ve kissed you, that beach I’ve discovered, that little voice saying, Dad. You see, I can’t help it: every time I consider that it’s all been enough already, I come up with one more reason to last, and last, and I’m so tired, last a bit longer. Oh please take me away already and leave this nice blog alone, for crying out loud. By the way, thanks for stopping by at Colltales again. Cheers.

So thought provoking. Reminds me of the first time I attended a Korean funeral. At first I was surprised how little sadness there was, then I thought some more and decided I want my funeral to be a celebration as well.

Hamburgers are fun to eat.
Always are a special treat.
But what of vegetarians who can’t
Enjoy the stuff?
Is there room to stroke the womb
While dancing buff to buff?
Or is the bride open so wide
She gains enlightened bliss,
While jokers jam and smokers cram
Each other fist to fist.

Us vegetarians can eat hamburgers too!
It’s just a matter of who you meet
And with whom you do your do.
And when she cums,
It’s because your tongue
Can be soft or attack.
So kick back and enjoy the rack
Of a red-headed Hamburger girl.
And her redheaded friends, who, until the end
Love to give new lovers a whirl.

Now she lives in Hamburg
And braves the winter snow.
Each time you eat hamburgers
Your penis starts to grow.
Which makes you think that someday
Your heart will sing the praises
Of juicy pink hamburgers
You devour in three stages,
And red-headed party burgers
Who defy mere mortal phases.

This is a lovely meditative post on death, so beautiful and so optimistic. I have experience of creatures returning from the after life as my cat, who I was devoted to, returned as a ghost for 3 months after he died. I could not only hear his breathing every night but feel him walking on top of my duvet and snuggling into the spot he always used to sleep in between my leg and the wall. This experience has given me a lot of hope that there is life after death as you obviously have in this piece.

First, let me say “thank God” for translators! I would have missed out, definitely! I love your blog; very creative and on the fringe. I loved this post because its truth cut right to my soul. My best friend committed suicide two years ago and I have all sorts of conversations with her; in fact, she answers me in my thoughts which is pretty damn amazing when you think about it. I dream of her and it is like we had a visit and these interludes are a great comfort to me. I want to thank you for stopping by my blog! XO DWD